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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.