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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.