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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.