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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.