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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pagans,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.