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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.