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 Palau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.