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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.