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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.