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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.