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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.