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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.