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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.