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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.