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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Index,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.