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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
The Saints,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.