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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.