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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.