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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.