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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.