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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.