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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.