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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.