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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Moby Grape 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.