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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.