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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.