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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.