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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Selecter to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.