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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.