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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.