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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.