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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.