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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.