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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Urselle,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.