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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.