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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Wake to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.