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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.