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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.