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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
10cc,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.