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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.