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 Germany 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.