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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.