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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.