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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.