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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.