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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Swans,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.