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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Wire,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.