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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.