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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Index,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.