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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.