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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.