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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Smog,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.