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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.