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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.