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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.