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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.