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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Brick,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.