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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.