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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pole to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.