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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.