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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.