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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.