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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.