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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.