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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.