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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Remains,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.