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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.