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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
X-102,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.