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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
June Days,
Wire,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.