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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.