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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.