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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.