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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.