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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.