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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.