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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.