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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.