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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.