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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.