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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Qualms,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.