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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.