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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Japan,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.