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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.