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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.