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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.