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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.