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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.