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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.