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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Nico,
Easy Going,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.