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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.