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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Index,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.