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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.