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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.