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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.