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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Can,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.