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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.