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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.