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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.