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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.