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 Cape Verde 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 Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.