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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Motorama,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.