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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.