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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Five Americans to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Accadde A,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.