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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.