Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.