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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.