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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.