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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.