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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.