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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.