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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.