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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.