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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.