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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Monolake,
Television,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.