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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.