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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Qualms,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.