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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Nico to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.