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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.