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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.