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 Namibia and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
UT,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.