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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.