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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.