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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.