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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.