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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.