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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.