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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.