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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.