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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.