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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.