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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.