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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.