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 Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.