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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.