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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.