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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.