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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.