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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Jandek,
Organ,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.