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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.