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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.