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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
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.