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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.