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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.