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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.