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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.