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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.