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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Rakim,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.