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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.