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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.