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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.