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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.