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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
the Association,
Organ,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.