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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Index,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.