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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.