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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.