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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.