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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Doors to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.