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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.