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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.