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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.