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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.