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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.