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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Skarface,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Move,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.