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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.