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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.