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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.