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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Crime,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Index,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.