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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.