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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.