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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.