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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.