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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.