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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.