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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.