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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.