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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.