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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.