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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.