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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pop Group to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.