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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.