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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Crime,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.