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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.