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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.