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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Nico,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.