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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
X-102,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.