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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.