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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.