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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.