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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.