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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.