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 Japan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.