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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.