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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.