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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 PIL to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
New Order,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.