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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.