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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
ABC,
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.