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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.