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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.