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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Slave,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.