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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.