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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.