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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.