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 Benin 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.