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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Trojans to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.