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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.