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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.