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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.