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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.