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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.