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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.