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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül II 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.