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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans 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?
Section 25,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.