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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.