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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.