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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.