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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.