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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.