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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.