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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.