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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.