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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.