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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.