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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.