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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.