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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.