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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.