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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.