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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.