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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
CMW,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.