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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.