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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.