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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.