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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.