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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.