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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Magma,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.