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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Standells to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.