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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.