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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.