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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Slits,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.