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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.