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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.