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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.