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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.