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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.