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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.