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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.