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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.