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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Magma,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.