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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.