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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
CMW,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.