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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Names,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.