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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
CMW,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.