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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.