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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.