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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.