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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.