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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.