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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.