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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.