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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.