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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
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.