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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.