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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.