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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.