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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.