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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.