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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.