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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.