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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Nas,
10cc,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.