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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kurtis Blow 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.