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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.