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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.