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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.