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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.