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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.