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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.