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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.