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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.