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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.