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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.