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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Cramps,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.