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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
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.