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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.