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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
AZ,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.