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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.