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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.