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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.