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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.