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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.