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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
X-102,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Nico,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.