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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.