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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.