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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.