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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.