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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.