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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.