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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Slits,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.