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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.