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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.