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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.