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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.