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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.