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 Germany 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.