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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.