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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.