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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.