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 Gambia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.