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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Minutemen,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.