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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Toasters,
Wings,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.