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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.