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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.