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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Shoche,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.