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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.