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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.