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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.