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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.