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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
the Association,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.