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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Technova,
the Association,
Slave,
Q65,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Organ,
Scan 7,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.