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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.