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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.