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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
UT,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.