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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.