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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.