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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.