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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Faust,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.