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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.