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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.