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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Monks,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.