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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.