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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.