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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Sparks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.