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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.