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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Index,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.