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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Public Enemy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.