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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.