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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.