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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.