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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.