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 Israel 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.