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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Nico,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.