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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.