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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.