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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.