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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.