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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.