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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Monks,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.