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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Interpol,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
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.