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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.