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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.