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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the grime 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.