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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.