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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.