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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.