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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.