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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.