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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.