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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.