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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.