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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.