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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
MDC,
Monks,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.