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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.