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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.