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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.