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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.