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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.