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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.