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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.