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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Magazine,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.