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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.