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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.