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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.