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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.