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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.