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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.