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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.