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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.