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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.