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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.