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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.