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 Egypt and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.