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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.