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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.