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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tremeloes 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.