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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.