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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.