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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Can,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.