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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Can,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.