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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.