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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.