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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.