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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.