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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.