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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.