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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Ituana to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.