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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.