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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.