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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Fear,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Organ,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.