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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.