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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.