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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.