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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Can,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.