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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.