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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.