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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.