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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.