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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.