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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.