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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.