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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.