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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rapeman 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.