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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.