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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.