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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.