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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.