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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.