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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.