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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.