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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.