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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.