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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.