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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.