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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Japan,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.