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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.