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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.