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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.