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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.