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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 This Heat to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.