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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.