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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.