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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.