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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Can,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.