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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.