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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Franke,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.