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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Monks,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.