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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.