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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.