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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
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 Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.