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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.