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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.