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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.