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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.