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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.