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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.