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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.