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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.