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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.