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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
AZ,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.