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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.