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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.