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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.