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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.