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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.