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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.