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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.