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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.