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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.