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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gong,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.