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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.