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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.