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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
New Order,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.