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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Nas,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.