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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.