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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Index,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.