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 Gambia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.