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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.