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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.