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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.