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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.