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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.