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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
X-101,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.