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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.