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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.