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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
UT,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.