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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.