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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.