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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.