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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.