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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.