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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Symarip,
Swans,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.