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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.