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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.