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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.