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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.