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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.