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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.