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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.