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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.