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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.