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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.