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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.