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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.