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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
cv313,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.