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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
JFA,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.