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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Technova,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.