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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.