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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.