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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Victims,
MC5,
Cymande,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.