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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.