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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.