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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Doors,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.