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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.