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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
DNA,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.