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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.