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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.