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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.