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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.