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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.