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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.