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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.