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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.