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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.