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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.